voice;
[ the recording clicks on suddenly, as if it sounds like Bela's in the middle of making a meal or performing some daily, menial task. when she finishes with whatever it is she's stirring, she pulls back and there's the sound of something dropping from her hand. her breath noticeably catches, and the sound of her shoes slipping over the floor occurs, as if she's moving back away from what she sees. ]
You're-you're not supposed to be here. I-you're supposed to be gone.
[ it's important to note that Bela's voice is different from usual. the accented English is there, obviously, but her voice itself is shaky, meek, as if she's seeing what she fears most in the world. surprisingly, it isn't death. it's her own father, who made her almost unafraid of death itself. ]
... Don't you come any closer. ... Please, please stay away, and stop telling me how nicely I've grown up.
[ and then, after a long pause, there is the jumbling of the recorder, and the sound of a button pushing. Bela makes an annoyed hiss before she lets out a soft bit of laughter. ]
I see, so we really are meant to allow everyone to be voyeurs to even the most intimate part of our lives. To my understanding, most of you cannot see my father, at least I have gathered as much from the network. I am correct, aren't I? Funny, it's a little like schizophrenia.
-Oh, do shut up, Father.
I would delete this mess, but it seems that the City-or rather, our lovely Deities-which to really put it all on show. How nice to let me see my father again, though.
[ her voice goes flat, as if she's clearly forcing this last bit out: ]
Once in a lifetime opportunity, isn't it?
[ooc: while it's not clear what Bela's father did to her, it's heavily implied, so I'm sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable. she's also been scouring the network and saw a few other entries about this (specifically: Sam's) and was able to discern what was going on before daddy showed up.]
You're-you're not supposed to be here. I-you're supposed to be gone.
[ it's important to note that Bela's voice is different from usual. the accented English is there, obviously, but her voice itself is shaky, meek, as if she's seeing what she fears most in the world. surprisingly, it isn't death. it's her own father, who made her almost unafraid of death itself. ]
... Don't you come any closer. ... Please, please stay away, and stop telling me how nicely I've grown up.
[ and then, after a long pause, there is the jumbling of the recorder, and the sound of a button pushing. Bela makes an annoyed hiss before she lets out a soft bit of laughter. ]
I see, so we really are meant to allow everyone to be voyeurs to even the most intimate part of our lives. To my understanding, most of you cannot see my father, at least I have gathered as much from the network. I am correct, aren't I? Funny, it's a little like schizophrenia.
-Oh, do shut up, Father.
I would delete this mess, but it seems that the City-or rather, our lovely Deities-which to really put it all on show. How nice to let me see my father again, though.
[ her voice goes flat, as if she's clearly forcing this last bit out: ]
Once in a lifetime opportunity, isn't it?
[ooc: while it's not clear what Bela's father did to her, it's heavily implied, so I'm sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable. she's also been scouring the network and saw a few other entries about this (specifically: Sam's) and was able to discern what was going on before daddy showed up.]